When the blind date is 5t5

As soon as this question was answered, a series of depressive and dark memories suddenly surged in my mind.

At the age of 16, his mother passed away suddenly.

I stood in front of the bed in thin clothes, and the air was filled with the sour smell of death.

The lights in the room were not turned on, and a gilt lampstand with badly peeled paint was placed on the carved square table with wormholes.

Inside the lampstand, the candle that was about to bottom out was still burning, and as the only light source, it struggled to illuminate the surroundings.

The cold corpse lay quietly on the wooden bed, the white cloth only covered part of the cheek, and the remaining half was clearly exposed in front of my eyes.

Her face was haggard, there was no flesh on her thin cheeks, and her pale skin was tightly attached to her bones.At first glance, it looks like a skeleton that has rotted for thousands of years.

In the dimness, a bit of ghostly horror appeared for no reason.

Logically speaking, facing my mother's body, my mood should be sadness and reluctance.

But at this moment, I suddenly felt relieved.

The rope wrapped around my throat was untied with the help of the God of Death. It was the first time I breathed the air so freely and comfortably, and I no longer had to worry about whether the sound of a cowhide whip breaking the air suddenly sounded in my ears.

The brain can't help but start to fantasize about the future, a free and beautiful future.

However, reality quickly shattered my fantasy.

I stared ahead in horror, only to see a group of black shadows entrenched silently on the bed.

Snake body and human head, under the seaweed-like black hair is a pale face so familiar that it makes my scalp tingle and my blood freeze.

Immediately afterwards, she curled her blood-stained lips, and her hoarse voice was filled with a little bit of chill.

"I'm back, Asuka."

There was a sudden severe pain from being broken in the chest, the heart was entangled by the tail of the snake, and the unique coldness from the curse spirit came from the back.

I stood on the spot with my legs heavy, turned my head, and met those bloody eyes full of joy in despair and helplessness.

Since that night, I have been shrouded in the shadow of my mother who has become a super-level curse spirit, and my life is like a pool of stagnant water that cannot be turned over.

He kept saving people all day long, and the seven-pointed star, which represents vitality, all turned black.

On the verge of death, the super talent explodes completely, the body then falls into a deep sleep, resets, and the state returns to the previous anchor point and establishes a new anchor point.

After waking up, the memory is selectively emptied.

In this way, year after year, he has lived like a walking dead until today.

I also thought about getting rid of this curse.

But when I tried to ask the principal of Leyan Temple for help, he just looked at me with pity.

"Asuka," he said, "do you know what the most twisted curse is?"

I lowered my eyes, stared at the steaming teacup and replied, "It's love."

After the words fell, he continued to ask: "What is the foundation of the strongest and most difficult to remove curses?"

I kept silent and didn't answer anymore, because the answer was ready to come out.

The curse that is entangled with blood relationship is an existence that cannot be exorcised, and it is the coldest and cruelest malice from parents.

The hands that were placed on the table were gradually clenched, the finger bones turned white, and there was a dull pain in the palms.

"Is there no way?" I asked a little disbelievingly.

Grandpa Leyansi shook his head, his voice was old, "Only by cutting off the blood relationship between you and Kamo Kiyohime, the super-cursed wraith spirit, can we have a chance to completely exorcise it."

He paused, and continued: "However, human beings cannot have the ability to cut off blood, unless there are gods."

But are there really gods in this world? ? ?

I bit my lip and resigned myself not to continue struggling.

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The memory came to an end here, I lowered my head, and there was no fluctuation in my voice, "This is not an existence that I can get rid of without making a decision."

"Head up." Gojo Satoru rubbed my head and ordered forcefully.

After the voice fell, I raised my head obediently.

"Look at me," he said, "you just have to tell me if you want to."

The chin was caught by the fingertips, and then it was forcibly lifted up.

His eyes suddenly fell into a piece of cold but reassuring blue, and his reason sank instantly.

I wet my eyes almost uncontrollably, "Of course I want to, even in my dream I want to exorcise it. But..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhang He's lips touched an amazingly long finger, and his throat choked.

Gojo Satoru curled the corner of his mouth and said casually with a smile, "Don't worry, you don't need to think about other things when I'm here."

I stared at him blankly, as if I had been thrown into a big rock in my heart, and there were ripples and throbbing in an instant.

After a lengthy silence, he smiled against my wet eyes, and the topic jumped to another one.

"What's for lunch?" he asked.

The stomach seems to have sensed a certain signal, and it makes a few gurgling noises without disappointment.

I looked at the time and suddenly realized that it was eleven o'clock in the afternoon.

"Spaghetti," I replied softly after thinking for a while, "I want to eat spaghetti with creamy bacon."

After getting my answer, he poked my cheek and said with a childish smile, "Okay, I just want to eat tiramisu too."

Opinions were highly unified, so we stopped wandering around the campus and headed to the nearest Italian restaurant.

The afternoon is the only warm moment in the sun in winter. I sat on the sofa by the glass window facing the street, resting my chin in one hand.

After filling my stomach, I gradually calmed down.

The brain was running fast based on the conversation just now, and a vague guess slowly came to mind.

My eyes quietly fell on the white-haired man opposite, seeing him finishing nearly ten plates of desserts, such as ice cream, tiramisu, and creme brulee, by himself, I couldn't help but feel emotional.

Is this guy a sweet tooth addict?

After another ten minutes, Gojo Satoru put down the silver spoon in his hand.

There was a little satiation in the blue eyes, and he licked the corner of his mouth with the tip of his tongue, and the light pink thin lips were immediately stained with a layer of watery light.

It looked very tempting.

But compared to beauty, what attracts me most now is how to get rid of the curse that has been entangled for many years.

So, I stared at him unmoved, "Have you found the god?"

Gojo Satoru lazily replied, "Yes."

What came with his answer was the excitement that broke through his reason, like a mountain torrent bursting an embankment, flooding in the bottom of his heart.

I leaned forward, raised my voice and urged him, "Then take me there quickly."

He acted as if he was a fan who was going to see idols, and the excitement on his expression was completely undisguised.

It turns out that there really are gods! ! !

What will they be like?

Then the brain began to imagine bright images wearing holy hunting clothes and smiling compassionately.

Under the sound of urging, Gojo Satoru finally stood up.

Through the taxi, we finally stood in front of an ordinary Japanese courtyard.

I watched him ring the doorbell in puzzlement, full of doubts in my heart.

The place where gods are most likely to appear, shouldn't it be a shrine?

So he brought me here for something else?

Gojo Satoru just looked at me mysteriously and said, "Trust me."

After a while, the door opened.